Let’s not talk about my health today, okay? Let’s not talk about doctors, about the appointments I need to make, about the pills I need to take, about that one idea that your friend’s sister’s cousin had that could possibly make me feel better. Let’s just not.
Why? Because I think about my health all the time. I am constantly wondering if I’m eating the right things and taking all the right things. Am I taking too much? Am I taking too little? Should I have really eaten that cookie, or am I going to regret it? Am I drinking enough water? Enough herbal tea? Should I have made an appointment with my doctor sooner? Later? Not at all? Will taking a walk make me feel better? Worse? Is there one thing I’ve been neglecting to do that will change everything and make it all better?
Sometimes I think I’m making myself crazy. And then everyone else wants to talk about my health, about doctors, medications, tests, and new ideas. It just makes me feel even crazier.
You know what I want to talk about? I want to talk about the sunshine, about the flowers in the garden, about that really great movie you saw last weekend. Let’s talk about the sermon at church (the one I missed because I barely get out to church anymore), the book you’re reading, about your dogs, your kids, the renovation project in your kitchen. I sincerely want to hear all those things. I want to know and care about them, and just for a little while, not think about my health. I think about me a lot. I have to. Today I want to think about you and life and how, beyond my invisible illness, life can be really, truly great.